Probably the 5th or 6th naked lady picture that ever happened People who sit down with old fashioned Bic pens and write letters to the newspaper are adorable! Consider Mr. Denny Wedemeyer (or it could be Ms., we guess!) of St. Louis County, Missouri, who had a THING TO SAY to the
Relax george, you be you.I liked that you linked "meteorites of stupid" with the theory that meteorites brought life to our fair planet.I did not mean that your comment was not original. I was just bringing in a sympathetic idea.Thanks!
1) Making naked art jokes without Courbin* Courbet is like going to war without an accordion.2) L'imitation est la plus sincère des flatteries3) How's that art history major working out for you?
Watercolors scare the shit out of me. Once you put brush to paper, it's forever. Oils are much more forgiving. Scratch them out, paint over, redo - all possible, for months on end...
1)Do you not mean Courbet?2) Correct, as far as i can see. But pointless, malapropos, and much more.I know that to add a little French quote which is meaningless is a bit of a joke, like Grey Poupon on your ice cream sandwich. I should not do it, but sometimes I wish to strike a note of incongruity, such as when proud ownership of a weepyeyed toy poodle is thought to bring a soupcon de tone to one's trailer court. Imagine if you will a cedille under the 'c' of 'soupcon', and know that it means 'a hint, suspicion' rather than 'soup can'.3)No major,no degree--an humble house painter by trade. You know well as I that to pass any an art history degree test requires only a minimum of study the night before. But everybody knows that, so why bother? To appreciate art is its own reward. Would you expect awards and stipends from the state, even medals and a commemorative statue, for, say, reading ALL of Dan Brown's books?
Bad meds, I tell you . And people who have my best interests at heart. From them, don't walk, don't run-- steal a gyrocopter if you must. Also outrage fatigue. Outrage addiction, too--I get withdrawal symptoms if there is not a new enormity at least every four hours. And the thought of leaving a Putin/Trump=dominated world to my near and dear and their likewises is more than I can bear, to abandon my post by dying fills me with a dread you can not imagine. In happier times I was known or at least thought to be kindly, even-tempered, somewhat funny in a pedantic fashion, many, many interests, bit of an artist and musician, etc. Since the election of the PeeResident I am a changed man, my only weapon snark, ill beyond ill. Trying to snark to keep from screaming. And pardon the very FUCK outa me if I strike the wrong tone at chez Wonquette, I do not mean to distress the patrons.
Needless to say, thank you for kindness and common decency. I hope that 'commom decency' doesnot become an oxymoron or an outright contradiction in terms.
Yes, I meant Courbet. As for the rest, I was making a joke, a visual joke to begin with, then I responded to your bullet list in kind. Think of 2) as if Bob was painting a copy, so you see the imitation quote would then fit, no? Lighten up Francis! ; )
Of course. Rhymes with 'swimmins'. As Popeye said, 'I likes ta go swimmins/ wif stock-nekkid wimmins...' I guess this was while Olive Oyl was making 'the beast with two backs' with Bluto (Bluteau). Popeye may have 'been with' Blewtoe, as well, as he had a weakness for that type, in which case they would have been making, rather than 'the beast with two backs', in their case, making 'the bird with two beaks.'
Relax george, you be you.I liked that you linked "meteorites of stupid" with the theory that meteorites brought life to our fair planet.I did not mean that your comment was not original. I was just bringing in a sympathetic idea.Thanks!
Hey... Don't distract me with inconvenient truths!
1) Making naked art jokes without Courbin* Courbet is like going to war without an accordion.2) L'imitation est la plus sincère des flatteries3) How's that art history major working out for you?
*Merci George
Watercolors scare the shit out of me. Once you put brush to paper, it's forever. Oils are much more forgiving. Scratch them out, paint over, redo - all possible, for months on end...
1)Do you not mean Courbet?2) Correct, as far as i can see. But pointless, malapropos, and much more.I know that to add a little French quote which is meaningless is a bit of a joke, like Grey Poupon on your ice cream sandwich. I should not do it, but sometimes I wish to strike a note of incongruity, such as when proud ownership of a weepyeyed toy poodle is thought to bring a soupcon de tone to one's trailer court. Imagine if you will a cedille under the 'c' of 'soupcon', and know that it means 'a hint, suspicion' rather than 'soup can'.3)No major,no degree--an humble house painter by trade. You know well as I that to pass any an art history degree test requires only a minimum of study the night before. But everybody knows that, so why bother? To appreciate art is its own reward. Would you expect awards and stipends from the state, even medals and a commemorative statue, for, say, reading ALL of Dan Brown's books?
But your stupid questions are the best!
Bad meds, I tell you . And people who have my best interests at heart. From them, don't walk, don't run-- steal a gyrocopter if you must. Also outrage fatigue. Outrage addiction, too--I get withdrawal symptoms if there is not a new enormity at least every four hours. And the thought of leaving a Putin/Trump=dominated world to my near and dear and their likewises is more than I can bear, to abandon my post by dying fills me with a dread you can not imagine. In happier times I was known or at least thought to be kindly, even-tempered, somewhat funny in a pedantic fashion, many, many interests, bit of an artist and musician, etc. Since the election of the PeeResident I am a changed man, my only weapon snark, ill beyond ill. Trying to snark to keep from screaming. And pardon the very FUCK outa me if I strike the wrong tone at chez Wonquette, I do not mean to distress the patrons.
Needless to say, thank you for kindness and common decency. I hope that 'commom decency' doesnot become an oxymoron or an outright contradiction in terms.
Yes, I meant Courbet. As for the rest, I was making a joke, a visual joke to begin with, then I responded to your bullet list in kind. Think of 2) as if Bob was painting a copy, so you see the imitation quote would then fit, no? Lighten up Francis! ; )
nekkid wimmins?
That’s fine. We need your comments, and I think it would take a lot to distress your fellow Wonkers.
No joke, my great-grandmother forbade my flapper grandmother from going to nightclubs in which she might be exposed to the music of the "sexaphone."
Oh, only everything.
Of course. Rhymes with 'swimmins'. As Popeye said, 'I likes ta go swimmins/ wif stock-nekkid wimmins...' I guess this was while Olive Oyl was making 'the beast with two backs' with Bluto (Bluteau). Popeye may have 'been with' Blewtoe, as well, as he had a weakness for that type, in which case they would have been making, rather than 'the beast with two backs', in their case, making 'the bird with two beaks.'
But she was exposed, and look where it got us. My question? How did the Snake depress the keys on a sexophone?
Reminds me of my cluster headaches. Duh, spozta.